While Lloyd informed his daughter he intended to pay for his meal, I replied to Nana D.
Me: Re the murder, you're slipping. They're gonna vote you out soon.
Nana D: If they will vote anyone off this island, it's your girlfriend. Murder is her jurisdiction. Not mine. She should stop fantasizing about you and do her job, brilliant one.
Nana D had me there. April was up for reelection the following year. I would get revenge on my grandmother over the weekend. Perhaps I'd persuade the so-called ghost to haunt her instead.
As Calliope sauntered away, Lloyd frowned. “Ignore my daughter. She's just grumpy because the roof is leaking in her condo and the new owners aren't doing anything about it.”
We caught up on the plumbing issues, and I promised to mention it to the owner's wife, a fellow
